Defecation of the Nation

Fattened pigs
Eating swill
Hold them down
Make them get their fill
Bulging eyes
Sagging cheeks
Funnel trash
Into their beaks

They say destruction
Also breeds creation
But our generation
Is eating the defecation of the nation

Slice them up
Peel the flesh
Shrink wrap and
Clinicise their death
Powdered bone
Bloody gruel
Reclaimed meat
Sell it on as food


They say destruction
Also breeds creation
But our generation
Is eating the defecation of the nation

Prime cuts
To the rich
All that's left
Is this shit
Pretty box
Make it neat
Funnel trash
into their beaks


They say destruction
Also breeds creation
But our generation
Is eating the defecation of the nation

Lap it up
That's right
You'll eat it
If we tell you that it tastes nice

Lap it up
That's right
You'll eat it
If we tell you that it tastes nice

Lap it up
That's right
You'll eat it
If we tell you that it tastes nice

Lap it up
That's right
You'll eat it
If we tell you that it tastes nice







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Grindstone

I got my nose to the grindstone every day
And I'm grinding so hard I grind my face away
I leave blood on the floor wherever I go
And if I grind much more I'll be grinding bone

Oh running so hard to stay on my feet
And when I run I run to someone else's beat
When my body runs down to a slower pace
They'll throw me out and find someone to put in my place

No escape for you this time
Set the world on fire tonight
Nowhere else to run or hide
Everybody's gonna burn alive

No escape for you this time
Set the world on fire tonight
Nowhere else to run or hide
Everybody's gonna burn alive
Burn alive
Burn alive

Selling my soul just to have a home
Selling my home for another loan
Beat up, smacked down, left out in the cold
Rather get fucked up than do what I'm told

Pushing so hard on a giant weight
Feel like it's just me against the state
They've got a wooden box made just for me
To lie down in for eternity

No escape for you this time
Set the world on fire tonight
Nowhere else to run or hide
Everybody's gonna burn alive

No escape for you this time
Set the world on fire tonight
Nowhere else to run or hide
Everybody's gonna burn alive

I get blood on my hands when I use my phone
I get blood in my eyes when the TV's on
I get blood in my mouth when I start to eat
Nothing left of me but rotten meat

I get blood on my hands when I use my phone
I get blood in my eyes when the TV's on
I get blood in my mouth when I start to eat
Nothing left of me but rotten meat

No escape for you this time
Set the world on fire tonight
Nowhere else to run or hide
Everybody's gonna burn alive

No escape for you this time
Set the world on fire tonight
Nowhere else to run or hide
Everybody's gonna burn alive
Burn alive
Burn alive
Burn alive


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We're all Going to Hell

One of the most recent Hearse Pileup songs - thought I might start posting up some of my lyrics.

Brixton's on fire
And the heat's started to spread
So let's get out the water canon
To blind people from the dead

Tottenham's on fire
Hate has burst into our streets
A seething wave of fury
Is building up around our feet

Either the rapture didn't happen
Or we're all going to hell
Put your hands over your nose
Try to ignore that burning smell

London's on fire
Homes are turning into ash
Forget about your wealth
Because the banks are our of cash

England's on fire
We'll engulf ourselves in flame
We'll turn upon ourselves
When we have no-one left to blame

Either the rapture didn't happen
Or we're all going to hell
Put your hands over your nose
Try to ignore that burning smell

In other news, our new website is up, you can see it here

Also, we have a gig on Tuesday, come down if you fancy hearing what it really sounds like.

We have a live album up on Bandcamp too for free download right now, so go check that out too.

Finally, I've also set up our newsletter, which you can sign up for here.


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